Sunday, September 6, 2015

Morning Meditation

Darting, buzzing hummingbirds, cawing crows, chortling wrens, chirping crickets, chatting chickadees, and exultant bluejays. All that has breath gives praise to the Maker of heaven and earth. Sometimes I strive to join my words to the song. But mostly, like the rocks and the trees, I simply stand listening to the heavenly chorus. The song washes over and through my soul. I scarce can take it all in.


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